The days passed quickly in the musician's household, when the two mares weren't rehearsing their respective performances, they were buying food, taking a short nap, foal proofing the house and of course, foal sitting.

"I can handle it"

"Are you sure?"

"for Celestia's sake I can watch the foal on my own for a few hours whilst your at the club."

Vinyl had finally managed to book a gig at the club outside of Ponyville, they were paying well and they needed the money with the extra mouth to feed, and that mouth ate, it ate a lot.
The other two mouths had yet to release a name for the smaller mouth, and Vinyl was convinced the foal was going to find it offensive, unfortunately the roommates couldn't find a name that the other one didn't find painful to hear.

"Can you pick up something to eat for breakfast in the morning Vinyl?"

"I thought you went out for food today"

Octavia blushed. "I may have forgotten"

Vinyl sighed audibly and Octavia rounded on her. "Don't give me that look, I was in rehearsals all day, I barely got home a few minutes ago."

"Don't raise your voice in front of the foal!"

"Said the pot to the kettle" Vinyl snorted.

The two ponies were now standing muzzle to muzzle, not for the first time since moving in together, although it had happened far less since the child's arrival. Octavia had an excellent retort, one she had been saving for the occasion of humiliating the other pony and Vinyl prepared to insult Octavi's ears; however their confrontation was cut short by the sound of crying. The foal was sitting on the floor beside them and wailing powerfully, putting it's complaints at the forefrontd of their minds, Octavia turned towards the child and Vinyl slammed the door behind her.

Whump.
Whump.
Whump.

The beat slowly began spreading up, and as it did the bodies of the dancing ponies below her, spead up to. Vinyl Scratch was in her element, and as she worked the bodies below into further frenzy, she felt omnipotent; every pony below her reacted to the sounds she had created. She stared up at the roof, the lights reflecting off her violet shades and white toothed grin. When she was up there, her problems were gone, her roommate didn't exist and she was living the perfect life. Finally she was coming to the end of her set, the sound winding down.

"G'night every pony!" She shouted into the mic rather drunkenly, earlier in her set she had demanded tributes in the form of alcohol which now resulted in her staggering down from the stage, the manager, a young stallion with a greenish coat and matching mane met her at the bottom.

"Well done Vinyl" A sack of coins hovered in the air in front of her which she deposited into one of her many bags.
"I do hope you can get all those bags back to your home in Ponyville,"

She blinked once or twice then grinned, "I can handle it, I take it I'm gonna be doing regular gigs here?"

"You kidding me?" The manager replied, "You got the best reception of any pony we've had here. You make us money."

"Sweeeet. Right, I'd better get going. It's a long trot down home."

She turned, began trotting up the stairs for her things and in her drunken state tripped over the first set of stairs. The manager was standing above her when she looked up.

"May I help?"

"Where are you Vinyl?"

Octavia cursed politely under her breath as the foal hollered loudly for it's Blue Haired mother. Octavia paused for a few seconds and a thought crossed her mind. Was Vinyl the mother of this child now? Was it Octavia, were they both the mothers of this child? But, what did that make them in respect to each other? She and Vinyl certainly were not together in any romantic sense, Octavia was far too well brought up for anything so vulgar and out of the ordinary but she had noticed that Vinyl was more than a little loose with her body.

Although she really did hope that with the foal having arrived the White Coated Mare would become more responsible.

She shook her head as she tried to get the foal to quieten down, her mane was entirely unkempt and she was in need of a very long sleep. But until the child quietened down and shut it's eyes that was a dream long gone by. Blinking once or twice as a sudden realization dawned on her, she thought to herself that maybe it didn't truly matter what her appearance was at the moment, because all her life consisted of was a baby that wasn't her's and Orchestral Rehearsals and before the baby she just filled her time with Cello practice. Her life had been dull and boring then and it was only a little less dull and boring now. Maybe tomorrow she would go out, get Vinyl to watch the foal and have some lunch, maybe make a new friend.

You could always get to know Vinyl some more. The voice in her head suggested.
You could always shut up. Octavia responded curtly.

"Well, that's it then. I am going to have a 'me' day tomorrow. I hope Vinyl doesn't mind babysitting tomorrow, especially if she is doing it tonight after I go to sleep." She said this turning her head to the unopened door and wondered just how long it would remain un opened.

The sun was poking it's head through the curtains, it's harsh light waking Vinyl and greeting her with a mild hangover. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her head and looking down at the unfamiliar sheets. She turned and look down next to her and groaned in dismay as she saw the sleeping figure of the club manager lying next to her.

"Well, Buck."